The water was everywhere.
His arms were red and blue. His hands curled purple at the fingertips. He peeled at his arms, hands, and in the hug of his fingers. He peeled until he couldn’t peel. Until his skin was red with the sting of acrylics. Then he shoved his arms under the faucet and lathered them in warm water and soap. You’re going to be late! He heard from below. He … [Read more...]

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